This week in Indie Basement (which went live on Saturday morning instead of its usual Friday): The Weather Station's gorgeous new album Ignorance; a compilation from shortlived Athens, GA band Oh-OK (which featured Michael Stipe's sister), UK band TV Priest, horror master John Carpenter composes more Lost Themes, and Crack Cloud's Daniel Roberson brings calm to solo project Peace Chord.
Need more new album reviews? Andrew looks at Black Country New Road, Hayley Williams, Cult of Luna and more in Notable Releases. As for other Basement-approved stuff from this week: The KLF have finally put Chill Out on streaming services (kinda sorta); Microdisney/Fatima Mansions frontman Cathal Coughlan is releasing his first solo album in 10 years, featuring Sean O'Hagan and Luke Haines; Iceage are back and signed to Mexican Summer now; and we interviewed both Ron & Russell Mael and Edgar Wright about their terrific new documentary The Sparks Brothers.
Head below for this week's reviews:
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ALBUM OF THE WEEK: The Weather Station - Ignorance (Fat Possum)
Tamara Lindeman's fifth album as The Weather Station is a gorgeous call to action
I reviewed Ignorance, the great new album by The Weather Station, elsewhere on the site but here just a bit of it:
The arrangements, which Lindeman built out before bringing them to her band (also a first), likewise mixed tight structure and room for flights of fancy. The rhythm section, that included two additional percussionists, played it straight, while a second team of improvisers were encouraged to improvise, coloring inside the lines. And sometimes across them. Saxophones and flutes dance in and out of the scene, spinning around Lindeman's breathy, expressive voice which swoops and soars as well. Guitars are used for accents, the piano hits a steady rhythm, and Wurlitzers, Moogs and other organs swirl and swell.
The orchestrated clash of form and folly gives Ignorance a wide-open sonic scope that often recalls '80s sophisti-pop groups like Talk Talk, Prefab Sprout, The Blue Nile, and The Waterboys, or even Mirage-era Fleetwood Mac. (There's also a little Joni Mitchell, with to whom Lindeman been compared for years.) It comes without the trappings of recordings from the era, though: no gated drums or synths subbing for strings. Songs like "Robber," "Atlantic" and "Parking Lot" are lush and organic, mossy like the forest floor and far-reaching like a sunset against an ocean horizon.
You can read the whole review here.